Mr. Flanagan

So, it seems that Mr. Flanagan doesn't go out much. 

It seems that Mr. Flanagan doesn't go out much to spare the world from dealing with his temper. 

So, i was told that in this world there are more things which Mr. Flanagan despises than those which Mr. Flanagan appreciates. 

And Mr. Flanagan easily loses control while striving to disguise his real feelings. 







Poor Mr. Flanagan! His social life is nothing but a full time immersion in an swamp of phobia.

But this world seems to do not give up on him and keeps asking Mr Flanagan out.

Apparently some people out there enjoy Mr Flanagan's companionship.

'Cause he is able to be nice with them for a certain while.

Mr Flanagan  is unable to send people away.

And there is this terrible nightmare:

Apparently some people out there are in love with Mr Flanagan.

"Why they do that"? he asks in despair.

"Why don't they just leave people alone"?

Mr Flanagan, of course, never needs anything or anyone from this world.

To have demands mean to have people around.

Mr Flanagan enjoys his empty days when nobody is there.

During these days Mr Flanagan cries like a baby.


"What's wrong with me?" Yells the poor man, staring at the void.

It seems that Mr Flanagan longs for something but he doesn't know what it is

So this is Mr Flanagan, this pathetic, weird old son of a bitch who 

hates to hang around with you or anyone else.

Here's my advice: make a wise move with Mr Flanagan. 

If you guys have any sort of esteem for Mr. Flanagan, don't ever invite him out.

So, I was told that Mr. Flanagan already sent his thanks in advance.

And early this morning Mr. Flanagan also waved all the fellas a hand.

And that's all for now, folks. Please drive safe and remember to keep the doors locked.

'Cause this awful world's still out there just waiting to haunt us really bad.